“Carolyn!” Mary screams as they embrace each other. “You look great!”
“Oh my goodness!” Carolyn says as she returns the hug. “This is amazing!”
They walk together upstairs. “Hey guys,” Carolyn says as they pass.
The guys waive to her as they lounge in the Pays Bas Living Room. The TV is tuned to ESPN as Mike, Bill, and Scott watch intensely. “SportsCenter” is on.
“Mike Vick to the Eagles?” Bill says as he sips a Newcastle.
“Heck yeah!” Scott responds. “For the first pick of the fantasy draft, I select Dog Whisperer Vick!”
“Losers!” Mike says. “We should play some real football!”
Bill and Scott begin laughing. “Dude,” Scott says. “Don’t knock Le Fantasy Futbol until you try it holmes!”
“Holmes?” Bill says chuckling. “What we should have is Fantasy SIM Horseracing!”
“Fantasy SIM Horseracing?” Mike says as he begins to laugh.
“So,” Scott says as he sips his beer. “It would be like Fantasy Horse Racing about a Simulated Fantasy Horse Racing game. A Fantasy league about a fantasy game. It might actually work. I would take Artillery if I had the first pick.”
“We already have the TCT,” Mike says.
“Yeah, but this would last all sixteen weeks and involve almost every horse in the SIM holmes!” Scott says.
“Speaking of Holmes,” Bill says, “I took Santonio Holmes in the 7th round last weekend during our football draft. What a steal!”
“Speaking of steals and the TCT,” Scott says. “Is your horse Think Legendary going to try and steal the Derby or what?”
“He’s going down the Trail,” Bill says. “I’m hoping for some big wins, but we’ll have to see.”
“You’re running him in a Week 3 Monday Stakes at a mile and one-sixteenth though,” Mike says.
“I know, but he still has to win to get his shot,” Bill says. “How’s Make Me Clever doing?”
“Eh,” Mike responds. “She finished third in her last race while putting up a sixty two speed figure.”
“She’s great in allowances,” Scott says. “But stakes is an issue huh?”
“Yeah, at least she’s consistent!” Mike quips. They begin to laugh in harmony as Mike continues. “I guess the SIM will tell me where to send her next. I’m still holding out for a few stakes win to bring her price up as a broodmare one day.”
“We should totally do Fantasy SIMhorseracing.com” Scott adds.
***
“How long have they been at it?” Carolyn asks as she adjusts herself in a recliner.
“The boys?” Mary asks. “Since they all arrived. They’ve been watching Sports Central for hours now.”
“You mean Sportscenter?” Carolyn says.
“Yeah, Center Sports. Whatever.” Mary says. “I'm sure whenever Chuck gets here, they'll still be there. So what do you think about your room?”
“It’s great. It has pictures of some of my past champions and even a shot of The White Album from last year’s Juvenile Fillies Dash.”
“How come she’s not entered in a race yet this season?” Mary asks.
“Whose bag is this?” Carolyn says as she points to a large suit case lying next to her bed.
Mary walks over and checks the tags. “Mike Eaton” she says. “MIIIKE!” She yells.
“WHAT!” Mike yells from downstairs.
“WHY IS YOUR BAG IN CAROLYN’S ROOM! COME GET IT!" Mary screams.
“CAUSE I LIKE THE ROOM WITH THE BALCONY!” Mike yells.
“BUT IT’S MY ROOM!” Carolyn responds.
“WHAT?” Mike says as he climbs the stairs and his voice gets closer.
“Mike,” Mary says in her regular voice now. “This is obviously Carolyn’s room. Yours is downstairs next to the kitchen.”
“Yeah, but this room is way nicer,” Mike says.
“It’s already got all her stuff” Mary responds.
“I can move it,” Mike says. “C’mon Carolyn, let me have the room.”
“No,” Carolyn responds. “It has pictures of my past champs already and it’s already decorated with the color of my silks.”
“So what?” Mike says. “You haven’t even entered The White Album. I’ve already raced, I should get priority.”
“SCOTT!” Mary yells.
“WE’RE WATCHING SPORTSCENTER! WHAT?!” Scott yells from downstairs.
“COME HERE!” Mary yells.
“WHY?! THEY'RE ABOUT TO SHOW DODGER HIGHLIGHTS!”
“JUST COME UP!” Carolyn adds aggressively.
“FINE!” Scott says as he ascends the stairs. “What’s going on? Manny’s getting hot and I want to see his highlights!”
“Mike is trying to take my room,” Carolyn says.
“And?” Scott asks.
“He can’t have it!” Carolyn yells.
“Why do you want this room, Mike?” Scott asks.
“Why do I have to sleep downstairs in that small room with no balcony?” Mike responds.
“Cause it’s assigned to you already. Nursery Farms already sponsored it with pictures of Make Me Clever and stuff. What’s wrong with it?” Scott says.
“And it’s already decorated in your stable colors,” Mary adds.
“AND!” Carolyn says. “This is MY ROOM!”
Mike begins to shake his head. “Fine, you can have it. Just cause your horse won a SIMMY,” he says annoyingly. He begins to head downstairs.
“Are we good?” Scott says.
Carolyn nods her head and gets up. She walks over to her bag and begins to unpack. “Sixteen weeks of this?” She says. “If this keeps up, I’ll be gone before the Louisville Derby!”
“C’mon Mary,” Scott says. “Carolyn, we’ll leave you to unpack. Let me know when you decide on where The White Album’s going to debut this year, OK?”
Carolyn nods in agreement as Mary and Scott close her door.
“Where’s Chuck?” Scott asks as they make their way downstairs.
“Chuck? I don’t know.” Mary responds. “He’s definitely late. I checked his flight earlier. It’s on time.”
“I hope he didn’t get lost. He was supposed to take a taxi from Bob Hope Airport.” Scott says.
“I’ll try calling him,” Mary says.
The two continue downstairs. Mike is back in the living room with Bill. They’re conversing, but neither Scott nor Mary can make out what they’re saying.
“Any luck?” Scott asks Mary.
She looks up from her cell phone and shakes her head. “Straight to voicemail.”
NEXT TIME ON SIM SERIES…
Where’s Chuck Whittingham? Will some form of Fantasy SIMHorseRacing.com materialize? Where will The White Album debut? What will the SIM decide to do with Make Me Clever? Why didn’t this episode address who the mystery participant is like the preview said it would? Find out next week…in the mean time, please go to the forum and vote for Make Me Clever’s next move!
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